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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/28247361">Merry &amp; Bright</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/LUZ_DE_ROC/pseuds/LUZ_DE_ROC'>LUZ_DE_ROC</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Acacias 38 (TV), Maitino - Fandom</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>A Very Maitino Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Smut, F/F, Feliz Navidad, Fluff and Smut, I Can't Believe Synii Said Yes, Maite &amp; Camino, Maitino, Merry Christmas, Paris (City), Romance, This Might Be My Fluffiest Fic Ever, acacias 38 - Freeform</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-12-23</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-12-23</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-10 18:28:00</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Mature</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,988</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/28247361</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/LUZ_DE_ROC/pseuds/LUZ_DE_ROC</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Maite and Camino celebrate Christmas in Paris.</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Camino Pasamar/Maite Zaldúa, Maitino - Relationship</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>15</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>36</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Merry &amp; Bright</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>What a long, strange year it's been. I think we've all experienced struggle and loss this year in some way, and my heart goes out to all of you.  But as I thought about it, one of the few bright spots of my year was this fierce little Maitino fandom, where I got to nerd out about a pair of vintage lesbians, connect with some pretty awesome people, and something in me was sparked to write again. And that is something to celebrate. So I decided I could not let this year close out without putting a fluffy Maitino Christmas fic into the world. And while a fic will not solve the world's problems, maybe I can add a little joy to my corner of it, and bring a smile your way. </p><p>Of course, I had to return to their vintage-ness, as that is where their true magic lies. So we will celebrate Christmas in Paris, post-WWI. And in this particular universe, Felicia is alive and well (because, IMHO, killing her was just...stupid).</p><p>Also, and don't ask me how, I convinced my collaborator-in-crime, @itsSynii, to join me in this mad Christmas venture, and you will simply melt when you see her illustration. I mean, actually MELT. Because I did. In fact, I'm still a little melty. It's extraordinary, it's sweet, it's perfect, and I am grateful and in awe of her at the same time. What a thrill to be able to partner with her. Synii, thank you for saying yes! </p><p>I wish you all happy holidays, whichever way you celebrate, and I hope this finds you at peace and healthy and ready for a much better year. </p><p>FELIZ NAVIDAD!</p>
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    <p>Maite finished up the last of the dishes, dried off her hands, and draped the towel over the sink to dry. Taking a quick glance around the kitchen, she satisfied herself that everything was finally put away, and she walked out into the living room, her eyes adjusting to the relative darkness.</p><p>The only illumination in the room was coming from the fire in the fireplace, burning brightly with a couple fresh pieces of wood, and the Christmas tree standing in the corner, simple white lights strung around it. Maite smiled to herself at the memory of getting the tree into the house, a series of mishaps that led to not a small amount of cursing and a lot of laughing. But looking at the tree, now adorned with hand-made ornaments and an angel at the top, she was glad she was talked into getting it.</p><p>Her eyes now adjusted to the dim light, Maite’s eyes wandered to the sofa in front of the fireplace, and the figure tucked in the corner of it, head drowsy against the back cushion.</p><p>Maite could clearly see Camino’s features in the flickering firelight, soft and still somehow angelic, even after all they’d been through in the last few years. Maybe it was her own personal bias, but Maite thought there might always be an innocent piece of Camino’s soul that would just remain forever pure.</p><p>She crossed the room in a few steps and leaned over Camino, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.  Camino stirred, her eyes briefly opening to glance at Maite before shutting again. Maite settled on the sofa next to her, brushing Camino’s hair back from her face.</p><p>“Pobrecita,” she murmured, “Tan cansada.”</p><p>Camino snorted softly.</p><p>“You would be tired too if you’d just spent the last week chasing Anabel all over Paris.”</p><p>Maite chuckled.</p><p>Felicia had called them early this month to tell them that she, Marcos, and Anabel wanted to come to Paris for Christmas. Camino had been thrilled. She had barely seen her family during the war, and though the iciness between her and her mother had definitely melted some in the last few years, the request to visit was a definite breakthrough.</p><p>Maite and Camino had agreed immediately, of course. However, as their house could not accommodate all of them at once, Marcos made arrangements for the three of them to stay in a nearby hotel, and a week before Christmas, they had arrived in Paris.</p><p>The happiness between mother and daughter at seeing each other again had been palpable, and Maite had hung back as the two embraced, Camino hugging her mother fiercely. But when they parted, Felicia looked over Camino’s shoulder to catch Maite’s eye.</p><p>Maite had looked back carefully but steadily, feeling as if she didn’t want to move and startle the older woman. But to her credit, Felicia had taken a deep breath and walked toward her. She held out her hands, which Maite took, and squeezed lightly, leaning in to offer a small kiss on her cheek.</p><p>“It is good to see you, Maite. You look well.”</p><p>Maite had released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and smiled back.</p><p>“Gracias, Doña Felicia. As do you. We’re so happy to have you all here.”</p><p>It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. It seemed that the effects of the war may have softened Felicia, or perhaps she had spent some time rethinking what was truly important. Maybe some of both. Either way, it seemed she was willing to make an effort.</p><p>The week had been spent happily in each other’s company. Though still very much recovering from the war, Paris was a magical city nonetheless, and Maite and Camino were happy to show their guests around. Maite watched, somewhat astounded, as Felicia walked arm-in-arm with Marcos, and looked around at the sights like a giddy schoolgirl. Love really did change people.</p><p>However, the one thing that hadn’t changed in the intervening years was Anabel. Now a young adult, but precocious as ever, she seemed determined to see every inch of Paris, and when the others had enough, it fell to Camino to show her step-sister around, and, more importantly, keep her out of trouble. She joked to Maite that the last thing she needed was for Anabel to cause some sort of scandal or international incident when things were at last headed in the right direction for their blended family. Maite had laughed and kissed her and wished her good luck.</p><p>But in the end, Camino succeeded in keeping Anabel (mostly) out of trouble, and they had all celebrated Christmas Eve together last night, sitting in Camino and Maite’s living room, telling stories and singing carols. Maite had even caught Felicia smiling when she saw Camino unconsciously take Maite’s hand when they were sitting together on the sofa.</p><p><em>Well, stranger things have happened</em>, she thought. <em>Not a lot. But some.</em></p><p>And today, after opening presents and enjoying a brisk walk outside, Camino had prepared a delicious Christmas dinner with her mother’s help. The other three had wisely stayed out of their way, happily chatting by the fire, but they’d all shared a surprised, and then delighted, look when they heard laughter coming from the kitchen.  </p><p>The meal was simple, but it was more than enough to satisfy them all, and the wine Marcos and Felicia had brought with them flowed liberally. And when at last everyone had had their fill and the conversation tapered off into longer and longer silences, Marcos and Felicia and Anabel took their leave, and Maite sent Camino immediately to the sofa, saying she’d take care of all the cleaning up. Camino offered a token protest, but gave up quickly, heading for the warmth of the fire.</p><p>And now Camino was nuzzling into Maite’s hand and letting out a long contented sigh.</p><p>“Ven aquí, mi niña,” Maite said softly, sitting back and opening her arms. Camino cracked her eyes open once more, and upon seeing Maite’s invitation, smiled and shifted to crawl into her embrace, head against the older woman’s chest. Maite pressed a kiss into her hair.</p><p>“Are you happy with how the visit went with your family?” Maite asked.</p><p>Camino nodded.</p><p>“More than happy. It’s….what I’ve been hoping for, to have my mother in my life,” she tilted her head to look up at Maite. “My whole life.”</p><p>Maite nodded in return. “Lo sé. I’m very happy about that too. I know how much it means to you.”</p><p>Camino settled back against Maite as the older woman continued.</p><p>“And are you happy with your presents?”</p><p>Maite felt Camino smile against her.</p><p>“Claro que sí.”</p><p>Camino had gotten a new scarf and hat from her family, and Maite had gifted her a new set of paint brushes that Camino had been drooling over for months. Her eyes had lit up when she opened them. </p><p>Camino slid her arm more fully around Maite’s waist.</p><p>“Are you?” she returned.</p><p>Maite had been more than a little surprised when she’d received some new paint from Camino’s family, her favorite from when she was in Spain, and the look she caught from Felicia to Camino told her it was no coincidence. But her favorite gift by far was from Camino, who had beautifully painted her favorite spot along the Seine, the way it looked in spring when everything was just starting to be green and fresh.</p><p>“The painting is stunning, Camino. I’m going to hang it in my studio where I can see it every day. Remind myself what I have to strive for.”</p><p>Camino batted at her arm.</p><p>“Stop saying nonsense.”</p><p>Maite touched her lips to the younger woman’s forehead.</p><p>“I told you one day I would just be the person known as the great Camino Pasamar’s teacher.”</p><p>Camino lifted her head to look Maite in the eyes.</p><p>“You will never be 'just' <em>anything</em> to me.”</p><p>She leaned forward, kissing her, and Maite’s hand curled around the back of her head. When they broke apart, they smiled at each other in the quiet of the room, the crackle of the fire the only sound.</p><p>“I know you’re tired,” Maite said, “But are you too tired to open one more present?”</p><p>Camino frowned slightly and glanced over at the corner.</p><p>“There’s nothing else under the tree,” she informed her.</p><p>Maite raised her eyebrows at Camino.</p><p>“That’s not where the present is.”</p><p>A smile immediately tugged on Camino’s lips.</p><p>“¿No? Entonces, ¿dónde está el regalo?”</p><p>“A lot closer than the tree,” Maite said.</p><p>“Oh, is that so?”</p><p>Maite gave her a sly smile and glanced down at the buttons on her own blouse.</p><p>“Sí, eso es.”</p><p>Camino followed her eyes to the buttons.</p><p>“Perhaps I could be talked into one more present,” she allowed.</p><p>“I was really hoping you might be,” Maite answered.</p><p>Camino shifted to free up her arm, and lifted her hand to the top button of Maite’s blouse, slowly undoing it, her finger just grazing the exposed skin. Her fingers moved to the next button, undoing that one as well. It wasn’t until she undid the third that she actually caught sight of Maite’s present, and she immediately stilled and her eyes widened.</p><p>Camino’s gaze lifted up to Maite’s and then back down at the newly exposed black material under her fingers.</p><p>“¿Qué es esto?”</p><p>Maite smiled when Camino looked back up at her.</p><p>“Wrapping paper,” she answered. “Do you like it?”</p><p>Camino looked back down, eyes still wide. She reached to undo the last of the buttons and pushed the material aside, revealing the rest of her torso. She took in the garment that Maite had recently purchased, something she had saved for and splurged on – lingerie made of black lace and satin she had spotted in a shop months ago.</p><p>Maite had never before purchased something so extravagant, but something about it made her want it, and when she had finally tried it on, the only thing she could think about was what Camino’s face would look like when she saw it. And now, looking at her lover’s expression, she knew her indulgence had been worth it. Camino was looking at her with unmistakable hunger, her eyes wandering over her breasts, her stomach, the way the material clung to her waist before disappearing under Maite’s skirt.</p><p>Camino reached out to lay her hand flat on Maite’s belly before running it up over the smooth silk. She skimmed her fingers along the thin straps over her shoulders and the lace that bordered the top of the garment, and then slowly slid down to cup Maite’s breast.</p><p>Maite hissed softly at the feel of the silk sliding between Camino’s hand and her skin. The friction was enough for her body to react, her nipple hardening under Camino’s touch.</p><p>The younger woman squeezed gently, passing her thumb over her several more times, Maite biting her lip at the sensation.</p><p>“It’s beautiful, mi amor,” Camino finally said. “You are beautiful.”</p><p>Still very aware of Camino teasing her with her fingers, Maite smiled.</p><p>“You haven’t even seen it all yet.”</p><p>Camino’s hand stilled and she met Maite’s eyes.</p><p>“I really want to see,” she said.</p><p>Maite leaned up to capture Camino’s mouth in a slow kiss.</p><p>“Then you have to let me get up, amor mío.”</p><p>Camino smiled and lifted herself away from Maite, back to the corner of the sofa. And Maite stood, framed by the light of the fire, acutely aware of Camino’s rapt attention.</p><p>She first untucked her blouse, pulling it off the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor. And then she reached around to undo the clasp of her skirt, until that, too, slipped to the floor and she toed it off to the side.</p><p>Maite looked at Camino who was now gripping the sofa cushion with one hand, and all but devouring Maite with her eyes.</p><p>The older woman glanced down. The satin slip fell gently over her curves, ending just mid-thigh, and Maite was rather pleased that it accented all the features she hoped it would. But Maite’s surprise for Camino didn’t end there. From the lace hem of the slip, the garter straps she had also purchased stretched down to just above her knee, holding up the black lace stockings that encased the remaining length of her leg.</p><p>Maite grinned with satisfaction as Camino’s mouth actually fell open.</p><p>“¿Te gustas lo que ves?”</p><p>Camino nodded slowly, her eyes running all over Maite.</p><p>“Sí. Muchísimo.”</p><p>Camino stood and stepped toward her, hands circling her waist before dropping to the hem of the lingerie, and lifting it slowly to reveal the garter belt underneath.</p><p>“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Maite….”</p><p>Maite saw Camino swallow hard as her gaze remained transfixed, the silk still bunched in her hand. The older woman stood still, inordinately pleased with herself. At last Camino wrenched her eyes upward, and no sooner did hers meet Maite’s than she was pressed against her, one hand in her hair as she pulled her in for a deep kiss. Camino’s tongue slid against hers with urgency, and the older woman could just hear the small sounds coming from the back of her throat.</p><p>When they parted, Camino’s breath was already erratic, and Maite felt a small tremor run through her. She leaned in to kiss her again as her hands made their way to the buttons of Camino’s own blouse.</p><p>“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she suggested between kisses. Camino appeared to agree as she helped Maite divest her of the blouse and slacks she was wearing. Seconds later, her undergarments joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, until she was standing bare in front of Maite, bathed in the warm light of the fire. And as the firelight sent long shadows into the room and licked at Camino’s skin, the older woman felt the immediate desire to do the same, to press her mouth to the sensitive spot just under Camino’s jaw and to the hollow of her throat.</p><p>They came back together, hands and mouths reaching for each other. Maite bent to run her lips over Camino’s neck and shoulder, kissing each of the freckles she found there. And Camino’s hands slipped under the silky material of the lingerie, fingers sliding along the plane of Maite’s back, her muscles flexing under Camino’s touch.</p><p>Maite, meanwhile, slipped her hands between their bodies, over the jut of Camino’s collarbones until she could cradle her breasts in her palm, holding their weight gently. She brushed her thumbs carefully around the dusky skin, hearing the soft hitch in Camino’s breath as the younger woman’s hands stilled against her back. And when she finally grazed over her nipples, Camino’s hold on her tightened as she pressed into her touch. Maite smiled, only too happy to give Camino what she wanted as she continued to tease with the pads of her fingers. But the urge to taste the younger woman’s skin again became too much, and she lowered her head to take one stiff peak into her mouth.</p><p>Camino immediately gasped, holding Maite against her as she ran her tongue over the taut flesh, the warm taste of Camino’s skin causing a delicious ache low in Maite’s abdomen. She licked at her again and again, letting herself get lost in the low, throaty sounds coming from above her, until she forced herself to stand up.</p><p>“Camino,” she said, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she reached up to frame the younger woman’s face with her hands. Camino’s gaze lifted to hers, and Maite could easily see the desire and love in her dark eyes. Sometimes Maite still marveled, after all the adversity they’d faced, that this woman still looked at her like that, like she was the only one she ever wanted, and Maite was still unsure how she’d gotten so lucky in a world that struggled to reward differences.</p><p>“Do you want to help me out of this?” she asked with a smile.</p><p>Camino’s lips twitched. “No.”</p><p>Maite lifted an eyebrow. “No?”</p><p>Camino shook her head. “You look far too amazing in it to take it off. Podría mirarte para siempre. Pero…” she continued, taking one step back and eyeing Maite from head to toe. “We do have to fix one little thing.”</p><p>“Oh? What’s that?” Maite said, curious.</p><p>“Just this,” Camino replied, stepping back toward her and crouching down. With great care, she undid each of the garter clips attached to her stockings and then smoothed her hands slowly up Maite’s thighs. Maite’s breath caught as Camino’s hands circled her waist before delving beneath the garter belt and hooking her fingers into the material of the lace panties she had on, drawing the scrap of clothing down her legs.</p><p>Now shaking slightly, Maite obediently stepped out of them, and then almost groaned when Camino carefully reattached each garter clip to the stockings. Camino leaned forward to press a kiss just at Maite’s navel before standing up, a pleased smile on her lips.</p><p>Maite smiled back and shook her head. Leave it to her shameless girl to somehow turn the tables on her. Just when she thought she might get the upper hand, Camino surprised her yet again.</p><p>“Come here,” she said, tugging Camino flush against her, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin silk of the lingerie, the slide of the material offering a new and delectable sensation between their bodies.</p><p>Camino’s hands wandered across Maite’s shoulders, down her arms, and skimmed lightly over her hips. And then her hands slid under the black slip to grasp her backside, eliciting a moan from the older woman as Camino’s hands kneaded at her flesh, pulling her even closer. Maite’s arms came around Camino’s shoulders and her mouth found her favorite spot to suckle just under Camino’s ear.</p><p>“Do you want to…” Maite attempted as one of Camino’s hands slid around her to find her breast once more, and she closed her eyes briefly as another wave of arousal rolled through her body. She swallowed hard as Camino showed little mercy in her assault, rolling her nipple deliberately between her fingers. “…to go to our room?”</p><p>Camino leaned in to kiss her and then pulled her lower lip into her mouth, tongue running slowly across it before releasing it.</p><p>“Not at all,” she said, dropping kisses along her jaw. “I want you right here.”</p><p>Maite answered her by gliding her right hand between them, Camino’s skin now almost hot to the touch, and dipping her finger between the younger woman’s legs. Camino’s head tilted back with a sigh as Maite’s finger encountered the soft heat she was searching for. She leaned forward to run her tongue over Camino’s throat as she stroked the length of her, and was rewarded with a soft moan.</p><p>“Bueno. Si es lo que quieres.”</p><p>Moments later, they were sinking onto the sofa, a tangle of heated limbs. Their mouths came together in deep kisses that left them nearly breathless, and their hands traveled over each other’s bodies that they knew as well as their own. After years together, there was now such an intimacy and understanding between them that they often needed no words. A look, a touch, a small shift in position, and the other woman simply understood.</p><p>And when Maite became restless underneath Camino, the younger woman smiled knowingly and her tongue found Maite’s center, pulling one stocking-clad leg over her shoulder, the other over the back of the sofa. Maite arched into her mouth, fingers digging into the cushions, seeking the relief Camino kept just out of reach. But when the teasing became almost unbearable, the younger woman at last took her over the edge, and Maite tumbled into release with a guttural moan.</p><p>She allowed herself a few seconds to breathe, Camino’s ministrations having their usual shattering effect on her, but not to be outdone, Maite quickly sat up and used her momentum to pin Camino beneath her. The younger woman looked up at her in amusement, clearly in reaction to Maite’s rapid recovery, but her expression changed almost at once to pure need when Maite’s fingers slipped between her legs for the second time. She stroked her, her touch firm and sure, and Camino’s hips instantly rolled against Maite’s hand in response. Maite smiled and leaned down to kiss the younger woman, tongue parting her lips and sweeping along the roof of her mouth.</p><p>Camino returned her kisses, matching the rhythm Maite set, her arms wrapped around the older woman’s back.  Her breath became a little shorter each time Maite swiped her fingers against her, her small sounds of pleasure turning into gasps, until, quite suddenly, her eyes squeezed shut and she shuddered hard against Maite, gripping the older woman’s shoulders and burying her face against Maite’s neck.</p><p>Maite waited until Camino’s body relaxed to gently withdraw her fingers, and then settled herself by her side, nose buried in her chestnut hair, holding her close.</p><p>------------------------------------------------</p><p>They lied wrapped around each other, listening to the quiet hiss and pop of the dying fire. The shadows were now even longer in the room, the corners almost dark aside from the one where the tree resided. The sofa was not quite long enough to fit them both comfortably, but neither woman seemed willing to do anything to change their current arrangement – Maite on her back with Camino draped over her, head in her favorite place against her chest.</p><p>One of Maite’s hand was absently rubbing at Camino’s back, and Camino’s fingers were idly tracing the lace border of the slip Maite was still wearing.</p><p>“Were you wearing this all day?” she asked, almost in a whisper, at last breaking the silence in the room.</p><p>Maite stirred at the sound of Camino’s voice. “Mmmm, ever since we changed for dinner.”</p><p>Camino took a deep breath and let out a sigh.</p><p>“I’m glad I didn’t know. If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to look my mother or Marcos or Anabel in the eye for fear they’d know what I was thinking.”</p><p>“Ah, sí? And what would you have been thinking?”</p><p>Camino raised her head, her eyes bright.</p><p>“That I wanted them to all leave immediately so I could open the best Christmas present ever.”</p><p>Maite laughed. “Amor mío, your impatience knows no bounds.”</p><p>Camino kissed her lightly. “When it comes to you, no it does not. Also, you now have to wear this at least once a week.”</p><p>Maite laughed.</p><p>“Como desées.”</p><p>She then tilted her forehead against the younger woman’s.</p><p>“Do you know what being crowded on this sofa reminds me of?”</p><p>At that, Camino grinned. “Of course,” she replied, shaking her head. “What were we thinking? We barely fit and there was a bed just down the hall….”</p><p>They both laughed at the memory.</p><p>“We were in love and we didn’t care,” Maite said.</p><p>Camino nodded.</p><p>“Very much in love. And yet…not nearly as in love as today.”</p><p>“Es la verdad,” Maite agreed softly, and then watched Camino’s expression turn a little more serious as she continued.</p><p>“Cariño, I know those days in Acacias were often….stressful and…dangerous, but those afternoons in your studio, lying with you on that chaise, those days were also magical…I still wouldn’t trade them for anything. Even now.”</p><p>“Mi niña,” Maite said fondly, guiding Camino’s head back to rest against her. “You are, and always will be, the greatest gift of my life, Christmas or otherwise.”</p><p>She could feel Camino smile, and the younger woman tightened her arms around her.</p><p>“Feliz Navidad, Maite,” she whispered, turning her head slightly to press a gentle kiss to the hollow of her throat.</p><p>Maite closed her eyes, the warmth of the fire and the feeling of her love in her arms flooding her with contentment.</p><p>“Feliz Navidad, Camino.”</p><p> </p><p>
  
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